All of a sudden, Kahn stopped and thought for a moment. I could fight Mike, get hurt and possibly get Demi or I could forget Mike, fight him off if he walks over and get Demi for sure. She’ll be right there, too afraid of my knife.
Kahn thought to himself.

He turned back to Demi.

Demi: This is getting old.

She was whispering, obviously still afraid of what he might do. And he knew it; he could see it in her eyes.

Kahn: So what’s your answer?

She glanced at Mike once more, but he was not coming close. He must have guessed the plan.

Kahn: I’m waiting.
Demi: No.
Kahn: What did you say?

Her voice was stronger now.

Demi: I said no. So what if I say that I love you, does that mean you just going to let me go off with Mike? Are you saying that if I say those words, not even meaning them, that it will be good enough for you to claim me yours?
Mike: Demi, stop.
Demi: No. Kahn, do you think that just because I say it, it makes it real? Well I don’t love you.

But she paused, waiting for his response.